The way it's going, La Brea Tar Pits, I know you just can't lose...

I'm rapidly coming round to the conclusion that there aren't enough dinosaurs in this blog. Dinosaurs are what bring the punters in, it's a well-known fact. Especially dancing ones.

So, without further ado, I give you a nice little video mashup created by someone calling themself alargedog (if that is indeed their real name) of Captain Beefheart and the Magic Band's rather wonderful (if scientifically inaccurate) Smithsonian Institute Blues:

To paraphrase Antennae Jimmy Semens from said Magic Band, this is the song that's going to make the Friends of Charles Darwin fat.

On 14 May 1856, Charles Darwin recorded in his journal that, on the advice of his friend Charles Lyell, after almost 20 years exploring the subject, he had finally begun writing a ‘sketch’ of his ideas on species.

To mark Charles Darwin’s 211th birthday, some thoughts on his 1871 classic, The Descent of Man, and Selection in Relation to Sex, an unlikely anecdote about a snail, plus all the usual book reviews and links to Darwin-related news stories.